Assignment #8. Prompt: drawer. Form: ode. Device: apostrophe.

I am cheered to see you again, though it was unexpected.
I had thought the drawer to be empty,
opening it simply on a whim.
Recklessly abandoned inside this dark coffin,
you nonetheless thrived,
gaining esteem despite my neglect.
Bold colors contrast with your diminutive size.
A seeming contradiction between flamboyant style
and menial purpose.
I am not swayed by either extreme.
My attraction is not based on appearances,
and I recognize that your inconsequential demeanor
belies your true power.
More contradictions:
You await my direction, to do my bidding,
and yet it is you who holds sway
over my very basic capacity to communicate.
And though I value you, I must send you away.
Your potential cannot be realized
while stuffed in a drawer.
So I'm letting you go with one selfish request:
Please do not return to me,
my “forever” postage stamp.